The love to draw,
The love to sketch,
An artist dad,
And an art class.
They have all led me here,
To this corner,
With this book and this pen,
With my thoughts and my doodles.
With no people around,
Sitting on my own,
Sketching and drawing and doodling,
Everything is right,
There is nothing wrong,
Because my doodles are my doodles,
And no one can tell me they are wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryPoems that I wrote; about my sisters, dancing, and a bunch of other random stuff.
